Chapter 1

Mike began to wonder if he was extraordinarily dumb or had just lost his mind for a few moments. His parents were still out on a trip they had decided he couldn't come on, and Mike wanted a soda. So, he had left to go to the store. Unfortunately he had forgotten the house key on the kitchen counter. THe result was Mike getting to walk across town in the cold with just a little light from the streetlights. It was a new moon, so that didn't help any either. Mike hoped a vampirew, werewolf, or some other creature of the night didn't attack him.

Mike finally got to the store, and was relieved to see that it was still open. Mike pushed the door open and went directly to the soda area. After thinking for a few minutes, Mike decided he wanted a Pepsi. He opened the door to the cooler, took out a Pepsi, and went to the check-out counter. After he paid and got out of the store, Mike turned his thoughts to his dilemma. How to get back into his house. The thought occured that he could ask Charlie for help, but then two problems arose. The first was that it was late and Charlie would probably be at least getting ready for bed. The second was that he would risk looking like an idiot in front of Bella. Really, asking the Chief of Police to help you break into your own house because you were dumb enough to lock the keys inside? He'd be laughed at. And not in a good way, either. So he ditched that idea. Then he heard something behind him. Mike turned and found himself a foot away from Jacob.

"Hey, Mike. What on earth are you doing outside on a new moon night?"

"My parents still aren't back, and I wanted a soda. So, I bought one. Why're you out here?"

"Well, I was sitting there, without anything to do, when I....... got bored. I decided to go for a walk. Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." Mike and Jacob walked in silence for a while, then Jacob couldn't take it anymore.

"So, Mike. Do you believe in Werewolves?" Mike seemed surprised by the random question, but thought about his answer anyway.

"Kind of. Not sure I'd want to run into one, though. Aren't they supposed to be some kind of crazy animal at times?"

"Key words there being 'at times.' I'm sure not all of them are like that all the time. There's always gonna be at least one oddball.... What about Vampires?"

"Yeah, kinda. I wouldn't want one to bite me. That would hurt. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. What would you do if you were in love with one, or had been really close to one, but they hadn't bothered to tell you for a long time?"

"I'd feel hurt they didn't tell me before, but that won't change anything. If I love them, then I love them. There's nothing more to it. Besides, it's not like that would change how they feel about me. Like that story I once read. There was a princess, and she fell in love with a pirate. But, she didn't know he was a pirate because she had seen him in town. He looked like a prince. But when she learned he was a pirate, they still stayed together because that didn't change how theycfelt about each other." Mike looked away from Jacob, embarassed that he just told someone what he likes to read.

"So, you like roamances?"

"Only if they're really good. It has to have action in it too. Otherwise, it's the most boring thing in the world. Typical love story."

"I see." THe two of them continued in silence, until they were standing in front of Mike's house.

"So, do you know how to pick locks?" Mike could feel is face heating up even before the sentence was out of his mouth.

"Why?"

"Well, I kinda........ locked the key inside when I left. Feel free to laugh at me if you want."

"Why on earth would I laugh at you? It's bound to happpen to everyone eventually. More than once if you live longer than normal." Jacob started digging through his pockets, looking for something he could use to pick the lock. 'Bet it even happens to filthy bloodsuckers. When I said everyone, I meant it.' Jacob finally found what he was looking for and pulled a safety pin out of his pocket. Using that, he had the door open in moments.

"Thanks, Jacob. Want to come in to warm up for a bit? It's pretty cold out."

"Sure. So... you're all by yourself at the moment?"

"Yeah. Until my parents get back. Just curiosity again, I suppose?"

"Heh, yeah. Do you mind if I stay here for a few nights? I feel like I should get to know you better." A devious plan was formulating in Jacob's mind, and he wasn't sure Mike would like the end of it.

"............. Sure. I guess so. Shouldn't you be at La Push, though?"

"I don't need to be there all the time. So, can I stay?"

"Of course. There's enough room, and I have been bored with nobody to talk to. There's an extra room right next to mine, so you can stay there." Mike sat in the couch and turned the television on before speaking again. "Feel free to basically anything in the house. You just can't go in the basement or my parents' bedroom. Don't ask why, it's just one of their little rules."

Jacob stood and began wandering around the kitchen in search of food. But, his mind had different ideas than his stomach. 'Come on. Stop looking at Mike. I don't care how good he smells. That's never gonna happen.' Jacob tried to reason with other parts of him, but failed miserably. So he ignored the instinctual cry telling him to claim Mike and went to his room. Half an hour later, Mike came to go to sleep in his room. That's when Jacob' imagination ran wild.

Mike pinned beneath him with his wrists tied to the bed, up above his head. The moans and screams of pleasure Jacob would force out of him. The intoxicating scent that drives him crazy all around him, the way Mike would feel as-

"Okay, Jacob. Stop thinking like that. It's not going to happen, no matter how much you wish for it." Jacob let out a long, tired sigh as he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Then again, if the plan works......." Jacob thought about the events for a few more moments before letting sleep overtake him.

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